David Lacey

Rookie - 287 Points (2/3/87 / Middlesbrough)

The Whistle Turns The Ball To Gold. - Poem by David Lacey

All around a murmuring sound
Leaves me with my ear to the ground.
Seeking answers through the vibrations
Of Our mothers surface. Still I remain a child
Within the reach of my Mothers hand.

Outside two guardians stand
A testament to patience,
Outstretching their arms in supplication grand
Two guardians seek deliverance
Duality beckons us towards the realization
That any extreme will lead us blind un-knowing.
Unity is shown to be the way.


The whistle turns the ball to gold.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 8, 2006



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